Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahrain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.